Went to an old mosque today, the Atiq Jameh Mosque:
It didn’t seem very special at first, as it was basically just a large square with some adjacent arches, similar to many other mosques I had seen before:
But the inside was spectacular:
These pillars, albeit being made from stone and not from wood, reminded me of the Juma Mosque in Khiva.
Parts of the mosque were still in use:
And there were large vaults under the mosque where people could get together to talk, read, and have tea:
There were old wall paintings in those vaults:
A security guard showed me around:
And a caretaker gave me tea:
I could not get enough of the old halls, some of which were more than one thousand years old:
There was an old dome where the light played with the walls:
And it felt as if the Silk Road had met Medieval Gothic:
I was told that, as a general rule for any mosque, all of these skylights looked different from each other, meaning that they each had their own individual design and shape:
It meant to show that there was no uniformity in God’s creation.
I liked that thought.
And I liked Isfahan. There was apparently an ancient Persian saying that went: “Isfahan is half of the world”. Because it was just so beautiful.
I ran into a group of photographers outside of the mosque:
They fit perfectly into Isfahan.
One of them had a tattoo of what I figured to be a wolf of some sort:
Then I ran into Sarah from Australia:
She had come to the city to visit her family. We walked through the Grand Bazaar together:
I found it very interesting, mainly because it seemed to be a network of connecting alleys instead of a large hall like in most other places.
So I went happily snapping away:
Of course there were chador shops:
And there was what appeared to be Chuckie in a chador:
But there were also shops that sold more revealing garments:
And more spices:
We walked around until the bazaar became quiet:
Until it became dark:
Then we arrived at the large Naghsh-e Jahan Square, the former Shah Square:
We said goodbye, and I ran into Barbara and Franz from Germany:
We decided that the night was young and the water in the pool on the square was perfectly still, so we went into a picture taking frenzy.
Here’s the Ali Qapu Palace and its reflection:
Here’s the Sheikh Lotfollah Mosque with some random dudes:
And here it is with me:
It all seemed a bit too beautiful to be true:
But then it was Isfahan.
Half of the world.